Harry Potter: Altair Black. Son of Asmodeus

Altair looked at the golden wand, it would stand out a lot. According to Ollivander, it was a mediocre wand, well, he was a mediocre wizard. Minus times minus is plus. He nodded in satisfaction.

He arrived with Andromeda and Tonks. They were both at Florean Fortescue's. He looked at a man in his thirties flirting with his aunt. Altair crushed the feeling of jealousy in his stomach. They were his biological family. 'So are the Malfoys and you plan to fuck their women'.

"Altair, you're here at last. I was dying of boredom," Andy smiled at him. The man seemed angry at the rejection and watched the boy walk towards them. She stopped him as she whispered in his ear: "Try anything funny and I'll make sure your balls end up scattered all over the alley," the man left scared after feeling a wand rest against his thigh. "Now... Adrianne recommended a shop with some beautiful dresses. Let's go there."

Altair spent the next two hours trying to contain an erection while watching both women trying on increasingly revealing clothes.

He offered to pay but was flatly refused. Andy didn't want him to spend money on something that wasn't for him. Finally, they negotiated a bit until he paid half the bill. He told them it would be their early Christmas present.

They spent the rest of the day browsing the shops. They didn't buy much else, but they had fun looking at the different Christmas products.

In the end, they went out into the Muggle world where they had dinner, and then returned to Andromeda's house, Altair would return to Hogwarts the following day. They all had several bottles of wine with them. Andromeda went to her room while Altair and Tonks argued in the living room.

"An erection doesn't make you a metamorphomagician!" the witch was the color of her red hair.

"I'm not a metamorphomagician, I'm a penismorphomagician. I can change the shape and size of my cock," Altair replied drunkenly.

"Ha! I've seen boys do stupid things before. They'd say something like that and then they'd take out their dick and try to put it in my mouth," Tonks opened her mouth, her teeth sharpened like a shark's. "One guy managed to do it. Then he never did it to anyone else again."

"You bit his dick off!"

"Mother's advice. 'If a dick you don't want goes in your mouth, clench your teeth.' Sure, I sharpened them. But it's their damn fault for messing with someone drunk."

"Pff! As if I would fuck my cousin..." Actually, he wanted to. In his head, there was a morbid image of Tonks and Andy together. 'It is the alcohol'. He justified himself.

"Oh? Do you think your stupid busty blonde's pussy is the best thing ever? Aren't you curious how a pussy would feel fitting perfectly around your cock?" Tonks put her arms in front of her. Her breasts stood out like two watermelons on a hot day. The boy didn't even turn to look at them as he kept his violet eyes on hers.

"Lavender is not a 'stupid busty blonde'. As much as I would enjoy destroying your fucking pussy until you begged my girlfriend for forgiveness, I won't. I'll just assume you're talking drunk. I'm going to bed," Altair didn't want to deal with a girl who could rip his dick off if she got angry.

Nymphadora stood in the living room, blushing with embarrassment. A couple of tears began to fall from her eyes before she could wipe them away. She retired to her room.

Tonks didn't want to fuck her cousin, no matter how attractive he was. But her drunken mind misunderstood when Altair said he wouldn't fuck her, she remembered her last boyfriend, Charlie Weasley. The guy asked her to change her skin for scales or he wouldn't sleep with her. She kicked him in the balls and they broke up.

At the memory, she felt belittled and tried to attack her girlfriend. She didn't expect him to get angry and leave.

Tonks decided to apologize tomorrow, after all, it was the alcohol talking.

Tonks did not wake up until three in the afternoon.

"Did I overreact?" Altair asked his aunt who served a plate of pancakes in front of him. She looked as fresh as a daisy. He had a bit of a headache. In his life, he had little opportunity to drink, but he always disliked it.

"I don't believe it... I mean Nymphadora was drunk... er, she does stupid things when she's like that. She offended your partner, Lavender seems like a good girl. Don't judge my daughter too harshly, she's not the brightest person alive," she asked him with a small smile.

Altair also nodded. 'Stupid busty blonde,' said Tonks. Snape and Malfoy made similar comments and it upset him too much. 'Is it because I love her? Apart from Lust, do I have the sin of Anger? Maybe greed... Professor Evans mentioned it,' Altair thought as he finished his breakfast.

At midday, Andy took him to the leaky cauldron where she said goodbye with a hug and a kiss on Altair's forehead. He had to lower his head to receive it.

"Your permission ends in two hours, go to Hogsmeade and it will take you about half an hour to get a carriage... it's best to get there early. Now go!" He threw flu powder into the fireplace and went in holding Bella in his arms.

Saying the name of your destination is only for the first time or when you don't know where you'll end up. The magic of this world relies on intention, thinking about your destination will activate the flu powder.

Altair set off from the Three Broomsticks Inn. A plump blonde woman greeted him as he entered. The place was empty and the waitress was cleaning the tables.

Altair couldn't help but look at the woman's huge cleavage. They were bigger than his girlfriend's, he wondered if they would bounce in the same way.

"I get few looks of that kind in this world," she said with a smile.

"Sorry. Can I have a butterbeer?" he asked her. Taking the turnoffs would get him to the castle in twenty minutes. He had time. He walked towards the front of the pub. Even with the apology, he watched the woman's bottom move with each step. She reached the bar and smiled at him.

"Don't apologize... most magicians just see these girls and think about how they would show them off to others. A beautiful woman gives a certain status... stupid considering they don't even look at them with desire. It's like a pet contest. Your look is different, it's pleasant," she uncorked a bottle and put it in front of him. It was a child's drink, but he didn't like getting drunk. Yesterday he let himself be carried away by his aunt and cousin.

"Different? Pleasant?" he asked with interest, a look like that in the muggle world would mean a harassment lawsuit.

"A woman my age wants to feel desired... wizards are mediocre they can barely get an erection. And Muggles finish pretty quickly. I always thought I would live unfulfilled," she told him with a sigh.

"This world is cruel to women like you..." he flirted with her. "Either they live as trophies and unfulfilled or they live free... and unfulfilled."

"Yes, exactly!" she said enthusiastically. "Sometimes I have to have a wank three times a day. Sometimes I wish I could find someone who would just fuck me senseless. Sometimes I look for like-minded witches, Narcissa is a goddess with her tongue," he opened his eyes at her statement.

"Narcissa Malfoy?!" he said in an angry whisper. She seemed alarmed for a moment until she looked at the empty pub.

"Shh! Come!" she ordered him to follow her, probably to a private room. The pub was closed indefinitely. "I shouldn't have said that..." she whispered.

"It's okay," he said behind her. They entered through an oak door at the end of the hall. The room was like a small apartment. She led him to a sofa where she sat down next to him. "I was just curious about my aunt's extramarital activities," she opened her eyes and looked him up and down.

"Are you Altair? Shit! She always described you as a monster..." She looked him up close. Her breasts mesmerized him with every movement. "Heh, she's a lying witch. Or are you truly a monster?" She licked her lips as her eyes scanned him, stopping at his crotch. "Oh, ho, ho! Maybe you are," his hand rested on her thigh.

"Do you want me to be one?" she nodded. "I want you to answer some questions, can you do that for me?" There was no way he was just going to let him pass on information about her aunt's sex life. She nodded again. "What are your encounters with my aunt like?" She seemed to pause. "You know she's not going to find out, right, sweetheart?" He stroked her cheek confidently. She seemed to tremble a little before teasing.

"Really? You're looking to conquer a woman like me and you want to talk about your aunt," she seemed to radiate confidence. But her eyes seemed frightened.

He unbuttoned his pants, his cock was semi-erect. He took her hand and brought it to his dick.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if she found out about your slip-up?"

"Are you trying to blackmail me, boy?" She began to put pressure on his member. "Shit, my fingers can't touch," she whispered in amazement.

"Didn't you ask me to be a monster?" She began to masturbate him. Her hand moved with mastery, and not long after he got a full erection. "Consider it an exchange."

"Like prostitution?" He just smiled. "Well, she won't find out, will she?" He let out a growl as her hand quickened its movements.

"Everything?" He asked. "I want to know everything about my aunt. I'm a curious nephew," he smiled.

"Your aunt is a bitch. She hates men. She always complains about how Lucius has a dick like a peach. She says it's so small it's as wide as it is long," she laughed. Even Bella, who had been standing in the corner, seemed to be laughing.

"Does she hate him for having a small cock?" She went to get a bottle of cream.

"She hates him because she was given to him. Cissy didn't even finish Hogwarts, did you know that?" She took cream with four fingers and began to spread it all over his shaft. Altair wondered why they didn't just use a simple lubricant spell. "This cream tastes like strawberries," she replied to the unasked question.

"She didn't finish Hogwarts? I guess a lady doesn't need all the magic education she can get." Madame Rosmerta's handjob with cream was as good as a blowjob. At that moment she ran her hand up and down his shaft with one hand and used the other to rub his glans.

"Most muggles would have already come with this," she said lightly. "You're right. Besides, it's not good for purebloods for their women to be skilled in magic. They could be attacked if they feel dissatisfied."

"I plan to come several times today. And I'll make you come twice as many times as me." Altair even felt a little bad for his aunt. She probably took out all her hatred on him. "How did you meet?"

"Oh... since Hogwarts I've had relationships with women from prominent houses. My fingers and my mouth work wonders. I'm older than your aunt."

"You don't look it," she looked to be in her late thirties.

"But I am. Your aunt heard about me from her friends. Pureblood witches are horny bitches. Their conversations are about how their husbands' small cocks can't make them feel anything. They talk about the best sex toys. Poor them, they don't have affairs with other men for fear of repercussions. But when it comes to women... their husbands don't mind," Altair felt like he could cum at any moment.

"Did my aunt just contact you?"

"Oh, she paid a lot of galleons to keep quiet... this cock is worth more than a few simple galleons," she stopped jerking him off when he was about to come. "I know you said you would come many times. Don't be angry with this lady for being suspicious, I've seen many young men do the same thing. In the end they come and pass out."

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your name," he told her. She began to undress, and despite her excitement, she took her time. Her body was not athletic or defined. There was a layer of fat, not excessive, it was beautiful at the eyes. "You're more incredible than I thought," her tits didn't fall. It was absurd, those balls of meat should weigh a lot.

"It's always nice to surprise. I hope you'll do the same for me today," she smiled at him. In her hands she held the thong wet with her juices, she brought it to his face so he could smell it. "I would have put my pussy on your face to at least get an orgasm, but I'll trust you."

She straddled him slowly, her hips shaking. Putting it in slowly, enjoying the feeling of being stretched.

"Oh, shit! Luckily, Cissy didn't know you had this monster or she would have kept you locked up in her mansion. You're filling me up so much!" Altair smiled as he held her hips, the soft flesh felt good in his hands.

"Keep talking about my aunt. Once you're done I'll fuck you for whatever time I have left. I'll just leave you lying on the sofa, with your pussy full of cum," he gave her little thrusts. The woman in front of him was no virgin girl, but her insides were incredible. Not too tight or too loose, she knew how to use her muscles to work his cock.

"Morgana! Narcissa is a horny bitch! She doesn't care what you do to her as long as you make her come. Once I put my whole fist up her ass. The bitch moaned for minutes while begging me to put both arms in at the same time. She's a hungry slut. If you warm her up enough, she'll do whatever you say. Her mind while being fucked is, ah!, a fucking disaster," she tried to increase her torturous rhythm but Altair held her hips without allowing her much movement.

"Have you ever been to Malfoy Manor?"

"Yeah, a shitty place. Elegant but oppressive. That time I looked at the collection she had, it was like- Fuck, give it to me faster!'" he shook his head denying her orders. "She showed me so many toys I didn't know, the bitch made me tie her up for hours while she put toys inside her. Her mouth licked my pussy like she was possessed. That woman is as crazy as her sister," Altair lunged at her. The black cat also hissed at her.

"As crazy as my mother!?" the woman opened her mouth to reply. The asset [Increased sensations] at its maximum level, 3x. The woman came instantly.

He continues to pound her hips even in her orgasm. He released her hips and began to rub her breasts, perhaps a little too hard.

"I'm sorry! Ahhh!" she moaned as she hugged him.

"You're going to apologize differently!" He took the cream and smeared it on his fingers. Madame Rosmerta's ass opened up before them with ease. She moaned in pain and pleasure at the intrusive sensation.

"Wait!" She came again.

Altair was surprised that the woman hadn't lost her mind yet. Lavender had lost consciousness for less. She wasn't as experienced as the pub waitress. Maybe in the future, she would become more resistant to pleasure.

Altair grunted as he unloaded inside her. Not even that stopped the woman. He threw her off his lap. She fell ass over heels to the floor.

"Get on all fours," the woman obeyed like a little animal. He entered her ass without delay. Altair believed that her aunt was not the only one who had done fisting. Her ass felt less tight than her pussy. "I think you're just as dirty as my aunt. Look at you! Spreading your legs for a student you met today. Does it make you feel tighter when I tell you what a slut you are?", he began to lash her bottom.

"Yes! I love it! Smash my ass, love!", she screamed at him as she shook with each blow.

"I'm not your love. You're just a bitch I found on the road!" Altair felt her orgasm as he degraded her.

"I'm whatever you want, but don't stop fucking me!" He had no plans to stop. He could fuck her ass with ease. "Come inside my ass, please!" she begged.

He satisfied her pleas and came inside her. She came with the heat inside her.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you?" he asked her once he was out of her. She nodded with lust visible in her eyes. "Will you do what I tell you?" she moved her head up and down. "Good, start sucking while I tell you what you'll do for me." Altair found it hard to concentrate on giving orders while the witch was giving him the best blow job of his life. She sucked and licked every inch of his cock.

She nodded to each order. His orders were not easy but she would obey to be fucked like that again.

In the end, he ejaculated down her throat. She swallowed it with professionalism.

"Can you do it?" he asked her.

"I'll do my best, Altair," she nodded, half of her face not visible because of the cock covering it.

"Call me sir," he ordered. She nodded. "I have half an hour before I have to catch a carriage, I will use you until then."

"You can do whatever you want with me, sir!" Madame Rosmerta was ready to please him and to give herself pleasure.